Dr Barker and Mr T, a sweeney todd fanfic

Dr. Barker and Mr. T

"BENJAMIN BARKER!"

No answer. I'm in hell. With a madman.

Laughter over the hills, sun captured in strands of hair. A brush of creamy silk brocade. My hands in those lovely, lovely curls.

"What are you thinking about, Benjy?" What a wonderful voice. She's breathing, soft rolls of air over my face. That voice gives me chills, as warm as it is.

I lean forward, my forehead against hers, bending her over my hands until I'm looking down at her. "You," my own breath spills down her chin and neck, "This." I let my hand trail down that lovely, lovely skin, silk mixture to the bulge in her skirt, my cherished child.

She's giggling again, fluttering air on my collar.

"Benjy," it says. "Benjy Barky." Kill the madman, slit his throat, is this the man, the one who killed my Lucy, his blood is just the same, the same hue as all the others, is his hair that shade of grey, no, I've missed again, the wrong throat, for tricking me, he doesn't deserve life, neither do I, I killed her, I'm not Benjy, I'm not even Barky, I'm Todd. Sweeney. Mr. T. I've no Lucy anymore.

Screaming over unforgiving stone, smoke spilling around the head like grey, soft curls. The skirts a mess of moth eaten have-once-beens. My hands empty.

She's not breathing, she's gone cold, as warm as she was.

I lean forward, my hands in the brocade-that-was, I can see her blue eyes underneath those closed eyelids. "You," I'm still breathing. My hands trails the slit gaping, where red once roiled. My work, wife, life, death.

She's not breathing again. Never stopped.

"What are you thinking about, Benjy?"

My hell. My relief. My eternity.

Sweeney Todd.